The color of joy is like bright sunshine
On a lovely spring day when the sky
is a deep blue with billowy white clouds.
It is the fragrant smells of green grass,
Purple lilacs, roses, and daffodils all mixed
Together alongside trees with all the
Brilliant colors of the rainbow after a storm.
Joy is the look in a child’s eyes while
Watching his mother read him a book
And tuck him in with a kiss goodnight.
It is a boy’s first leap into the air,
A girl successfully skipping rope
While singing songs to the rhythm
Of the rope smacking the pavement.
Joy is the first touch of someone’s lips,
Holding hands with the love of your life;
It is hearing your baby take its first breath,
And hearing your child say Mama at night.
Joy is growing old with the one you adore,
And dying with a good friend at your bedside.
Joy is running free in the hills of heaven.
The feeling of joy is like the rise
Of the slow-moving tide at night
While wading and dancing in the
Light of the moon and the stars bright.
It is the catching of the breath one takes,
The shine in one’s eyes when they realize,
They are cherished,respected, and loved.